This poem may not say too much,
Some may think it isn’t real.
But every single word I write,
Is exactly how I feel.

Maybe some have felt this way,
Like no one ever really cares.
Those I thought would have my back,
Are those who weren’t even there.

Well I’m just sick of everything,
And every word you have to say.
Judging things before you know,
The hurtful comments everyday.

Are you suddenly a psychic?
Telling me my life ahead.
You think you know everything,
Try counting all the tears I shed.

Do you think all your shouts and screams,
Are going to change the way I act.
You say I’ll be no good in life,
That’s your opinion…not my fact.

Things that never even happened
Are already spreading fast.
And slowly now, I start to see
Everyone’s deceiving mask.

Why are you being so judgmental?
Speaking of things that you don’t know.
Bringing up these lies about me,
Why don’t you just let it go.

It’s like telling the deaf my secrets,
Or showing the blind my scars.
Like standing by a stone cold grave,
And with the dead watching the stars.

Like listening to the mute’s advice,
Or the paralyzed helping me stand.
That’s how you hypocrites befriend me,
Something I’ll never understand.

I’m sure you think of different things,
Every time you hear my name.
But let me make a simple promise,
I’m going to always be the same.

Don’t tell me I should have control,
I’ve been controlling this too long.
All this rage I’ve held inside,
Has somehow kept me strong.

So when you try to bring me down,
If I fall…I’ll fall alone.
But don’t you try to help me up,
Because I can do it on my own…